Models: Xander Corvus & Karlee Grey
The thrill that zipped through Lizzie’s body when Alex entered the room was the kind of high no drug could match. Even though they only shared a single night together per month – even though she had never once craved the kind of things he did to her before they met – she could not deny the effect they were having on her. The truth was so unnerving that Lizzie barely dared admit it to herself, let alone anybody else, but with each passionate encounter she was less able to deny one simple fact: these were the nights she lived for.
Or at least, these were the nights Lincoln lived for. The nights when he could slip on a Hairasite and become the woman who was slowly engulfing his soul.
‘Nice choice,’ Alex said. He gestured at Lizzie’s exposed body with his riding crop. ‘Call it a hunch, but something tells me this look is your favourite. You’ve picked the same one the last three months in a row. Would I be right about that?’
Lizzie nodded, the motion causing the chain leash dangling from her metal collar to jangle softly. ‘Yes, Sir. I… I feel sexiest like this. You look at me differently in this body and it feels good.’
A smirk plucked at Alex’s lips. ‘Well I guess we’re agreed: this is my favourite version of you too.’
The confirmation that she had selected Alex’s preferred form sent fresh arousal through Lizzie’s buxom body. Stood with her back to the thick supporting beam in Alex’s apartment, she was dressed in only stockings, panties and garter belt, the skimpy ensemble complemented by a pair of chunky platform heels. Her hefty tits were bare, her nipples hard with desire, and thick leather cuffs were clamped around her wrists. Yet even with pleasure throbbing through every inch of her body, the hottest sensation of all was the Hairasite’s erotic embrace.
Tonight had unfolded like all the rest. When Lincoln arrived at Alex’s apartment the door was unlocked, ensuring he could slip quickly inside. After locking up behind himself he was presented with the apartment’s large, luxurious living area. During his first visit he had been awestruck by the impressive interior, but tonight he simply beelined for the windowsill along which were arranged a dozen mannequin heads, each bearing their own Hairasite. The collection was very varied, ranging from a platinum blonde pixie cut to a large Afro to a midnight black cascade long enough to reach the waist. Beneath the window, on a sofa Alex had fucked Lizzie on dozens of times, the cuffs, collar, lingerie and heels were ready and waiting.
By now the routine was so ingrained that Lincoln had stripped down and donned the skimpy outfit in less than a minute. Stowing his own clothes beneath the sofa, he hadn’t paid the slightest attention to how ridiculous he looked in the feminine attire – instead he simply picked out his favourite Hairasite, settled it on his scalp, and savoured the orgasmia of his transformation.
Once Lizzie’s groans subsided, she waited patiently for her lover to show himself. As always he had been waiting in the bedroom; though they had been convening this way for just over a year, Alex had never once met Lincoln face-to-face, preferring instead to only leave the bedroom once his transformation into Lizzie was complete. Depending on which Hairasite she picked her physical appearance varied – the pixie cut made her into a tiny, bendy little thing, while the long raven waves made her tall and leggy – but her psyche was always the same.
Which was why, whenever Alex approached her the way he did now – with a wicked glint in his eye and a hand on his waistband – Lizzie always knew to kneel.
The moment Alex’s cock slid between Lizzie’s lips instinct took over. Reaching out to clasp his trousers she pulled them down to his knees, allowing her unrestricted access to his manhood. Though his hand descended to rest at the base they both knew Lizzie needed no assistance to make him groan, so he simply stood there and smiled down as she set to work.
To Lizzie, going down on Alex was like slipping on a favourite hoodie. It was calming and comfortable; it felt right, the rhythmic repetition of the act chasing away all her inhibitions and filling her with a sense of profound bliss. Her tits jiggled in time with her bobbing head, her throat ached pleasantly as his dick sank in deep, and the taste of his precum sent bolts of excited anticipation thrilling down her spine.
And yet, even in a state of single-minded lust, the pleasure of the Hairasite remained at the forefront of her mind.
Before all this Lincoln had never once considered trying out a Hairasite – nor any other transformative item for that matter. But that had all changed the night he met Ally in a bar. She was undoubtedly the hottest woman he had ever laid eyes on, and though he wasn’t much of a womaniser Lincoln knew he’d never forgive himself if he didn’t at least try to buy her a drink.
To his astonishment Ally had not only accepted, but their conversation had quickly turned flirty. By the end of the night she was visibly eager to take things back to his place, though Lincoln only realised the true depth of her arousal as he was fumbling with the keys to his flat while Ally simultaneously fiddled with the buttons of his shirt and groped his crotch.
The bombshell came the next morning. Still cuddled naked against Lincoln’s chest, Ally had admitted she wasn’t single. However, she and her partner shared an open relationship – albeit one with an odd quirk.
‘My man has no problem with me playing around,’ she’d explained, ‘but he has a condition. Anybody who wants to keep hooking up with me also has to meet with him once a month too. He’s not into guys though, so he keeps a bunch of Hairasites on hand to… resolve any incompatibility, shall we say.’
If Ally had mentioned her deviant relationship at the bar the night before, Lincoln would never have gotten involved. But she’d given him a taste of the pleasure that awaited him in her arms if he said yes, and in just a single night that taste had started taking root as an addiction. Unable to give her up, he had agreed to her terms – and the rest was history.
Yet it was only as time wore on that Lincoln gradually came to realise that however deep the roots of his lust for Ally sank, the influence of the Hairasites went even deeper. Slowly but surely the corruptive hairpieces had bred even stronger needs within him. The need to become Lizzie; the need to feel Alex’s hands groping her feminised body; the need to be fucked all night long by his incredible cock. Needs which eventually eclipsed all else. Though he would never admit it to Ally, Lincoln was no longer meeting Alex in order to continue hooking up with her. In fact, the truth was exactly the opposite: he was only sleeping with her to access Alex – and more importantly, his Hairasites.
As usual, Lincoln had been waiting all month for this night. And with Alex’s rigid rod now gliding between her lips, Lizzie made sure all his waiting was worth it.
Better still, it soon became clear that Alex had much the same idea.
With his shirt stripped off and his lower garments kicked away, Alex now stood over her entirely naked. Looping the chain of her leash around his wrist, he held her in position as he slid his dick free, chuckling devilishly as she tried and failed to follow his retreating cock. They both knew she would have gorged herself on him all night long, but Lizzie knew better than to complain unless she wanted him to crop her ass hard enough for Lincoln to continue feeling the sting all week long. Besides, behaving herself came with its own rewards, and in this case it took the form of Alex pivoting her around and pushing her onto all fours. Briefly unclipping her cuffs, he quickly reconnected them around the other side of the supporting beam.
Unable to pull away and with her torso up against the pole, Lizzie’s hips jutted out into the room. Unsurprisingly, Alex’s hands were soon gliding over her plump ass and thighs, savouring her sumptuously fleshy curves. Lizzie shuddered as he peeled her panties aside in almost agonisingly small increments to bring her twinkling pussy gradually into view.
Then, all at once, his head was nestled between her folds. The rush of ecstasy cut through all other thoughts, freezing Lizzie on the spot. Her entire body burned for him and it was all she could do not to break down begging to be fucked.
Luckily Alex didn’t leave her waiting long enough to break.
His first thrust sent Lizzie’s arousal into the stratosphere, and it only continued rising from there. Words failed her, her mouth simply falling slack as wave after wave of soul-bending orgasmia rolled through her voluptuous figure. But being lost for words was nothing new for Lizzie. One of the perks of wearing a Hairasite was that every fuck felt like your first fuck; every orgasm was as intense as the last; every second of sex felt like a dream made reality. Her pleasure was the Hairasite’s fuel, and though it had taken a long time for her to get used to being used as a battery of lust Lizzie had come to accept it as a kind of depraved privilege.
As the sordid slapping of his crotch against her ass filled the room, Lizzie could feel her thoughts succumbing to the simple pleasure of mindless submission. Yet before she lost herself completely an unexpected question blurted from her lips.
‘Do you fuck her like this?’
Alex slowed his pace a fraction. ‘Who?’
‘Ally. Do you fuck Ally like this? Do you cuff her and collar her and make her your plaything? Or do you save all that for me?’
Slowing still further, Alex chuckled. When he leaned down to bring his lips close to Lizzie’s ear he was barely thrusting at all, but the words he whispered rocked her world more than even the roughest fuck. ‘Oh, sweetie, I thought you’d figured it out by now. I can’t fuck Ally like this because I am Ally.’
For the briefest of moments Lizzie’s world stopped spinning. But before she could find her voice Alex rose up and resumed his pumping, and the renewed waves of pleasure washed her shock away as easily as footprints in the sand.
‘The Hairasites were never for you, at least not originally,’ Alex explained. ‘When I first bought them they were all for me to enjoy wild nights out as a hot slut. They allowed me to access pleasure like I’d never dreamed of, and since one body just wasn’t enough I bought myself a whole collection. Over time though I started to experience masculine urges again, so I came up with the lie about being in an open relationship to satisfy those needs. A few hookups agreed to give it a go, but none of them ever lasted more than a few months.’
An edge of hunger entered Alex’s tone as he went on. ‘But then I met you. You wanted me so badly as Ally that you just kept coming back for more. Only things have changed now, haven’t they? Every time we meet in our other bodies I can see it in your eyes: you want to be in Ally’s place. You want to be the slut, not her. You only screw her so you can keep meeting me. For what it’s worth, I never intended for things to go this way, but that doesn’t really matter because you’re addicted to this body now. Go on, slut, tell me I’m wrong.’
Though her mind was reeling, Lizzie’s body was in the grips of ecstasy and the familiar bliss of being Alex’s living fleshlight steadily encroached on her jumbled thoughts. Somehow the truth made her want Alex even more. It didn’t matter that he had duped her – and even if it did, she was too desperate to be fucked to care.
‘I can’t,’ she breathed. ‘It’s true. I don’t want this to end.’
‘Then maybe it doesn’t have to.’
Throughout their passion Alex had never released Lizzie’s leash, and now he used it to pull her upwards. As she rose to her feet he once again unclipped her cuffs before twisting her around to face him. Without bothering to reconnect them, he instead pressed her up against the beam, hoisted one leg into the air, and sank back inside until her eyes rolled.
‘The thing is, you’re not the only one who’s changed. I used to think Hairasite hedonism was the hottest thing imaginable, but fucking you… well, I could do that forever.’ As if to prove his point Alex’s thrusts had grown more powerful, his muscles rippling beneath the skin with every pump. ‘Sure, I still enjoy being Ally, but most of the time I’ve just been transforming to keep up appearances; I wasn’t sure you’d accept my offer if I told you the truth too early.’
The blend of revelations and sexual euphoria had pushed Lizzie’s mind to the brink and when she spoke her words came out as a gasp. ‘What offer?’
‘For us to stay this way permanently. If you leave the same Hairasite on long enough it becomes rooted so deep it can’t be removed, and I think that’s what we both want. We don’t need to pretend anymore: this could be the way we fuck every night. No more Lincoln, no more Ally. Just us. What do you say, baby? Do you want to be my Hairasite whore forever?’
A small part of Lizzie couldn’t help noticing how familiar this all was. Yet again she had fallen for a lover who had hidden the truth from her; yet again she had received a taste of the ecstasy they could provide and found herself unable to give it up; yet again she was considering abandoning everything she knew for a life of depravity in their arms. History was repeating itself, and she was falling for the exact same ploy all over again.
The rest of her, however, was delirious with the idea that she could be pounded by Alex’s perfect cock each and every night.
Nodding, she breathed a single word. ‘Yes.’
Easing Lizzie around slightly so that her right side was pressed hard against the beam, Alex reached out to clip her cuffs together once more. ‘Do you have any idea how hot it is to hear you say that? I hope you realise what you just signed up for, because right now all I want to do is fuck you until we both pass out.’
Gazing into his eyes Lizzie could feel herself teetering on the brink of brainless bliss. ‘I’m yours, Sir. Whatever you want to do with me, I’m your plaything.’
Alex’s grin spread slowly, but when it reached its limit it was a thing of pure mischief. ‘No you’re not. Tell the truth, baby. Tell me what you really are.’
The words came out in a groan, after which Lizzie pitched over into the abyss. ‘I’m your Hairasite whore.’
And the last thing Lizzie heard before rational thought deserted her completely was Alex’s low, seductive voice following her into the depths. ‘That’s right, slut. And from now on you always will be…’
Thanks for reading!
And here we go again. To my returning readers, thank you for coming back to my blog again after my hiatus, and on the off chance that there are any first-time visitors reading this then welcome to Fetishes and Fantasies 2025. I cannot believe I’m saying this, but this summer will mark 6 years of my blog and I am always grateful for anybody who reads my work.
When it comes to this story in particular, I was in the mood to explore a premise I don’t often write about, and Hairasites fit the bill perfectly. I’ve only ever written one other Hairasite piece which came out a few years ago, and though I did enjoy that one I definitely prefer this out of the two. I have no doubt that I will write more such stories in the future, as over the past year I’ve become more invested in challenging myself to write stories based on concepts I don’t frequently use. That said, I currently have a full slate already written up for now until the end of May, none of which are Hairasite stories, so even though I intend to write more they won’t be out for a while.
But for now allow me to once again welcome you back. I look forward to providing you all-new tales of smut for another naughty year!
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